Lavender Brown (lavenderblue) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2016-12-23 11:11:00 |
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Lavender couldn't believe it. Just when she'd thought it was all over, that she and the others were going to be locked up forever, or until people forgot about them and they could be disposed of... just when she'd given up hope. She had the sun on her face. And the wind in her hair. She was free. No one had been able to give a reasonable explanation as to how she had lost a toe, or got any of her other injuries. Dismissive Healers blamed it on the Change, or the fight with the man who had saved Tracey Davis, the girl she had attacked. All that was healed now, though she felt something deep in her bones protesting that something wasn't right about all of it. But did it matter now that she was out in the open air? She knew she ought to go and see her parents. But they hadn't visited her even once. She had a feeling they wouldn't be happy about her showing up again. Her parents preferred to think that everything was fine. Every time they saw her it reminded them that things were far from fine. Instead she found herself hurrying away from the holding cells, out of the Ministry, towards where Ron's van had last been parked. She didn't know if he had gotten it back or not. She'd been so angry at him for throwing away his chance at being an Auror. He was one of the few people she'd thought might at least try to help them. He had promised he would. A day later, they were free. She didn't know how he had done it, but now, after wanting to strangle him for the last twenty four hours, she wanted to see him, desperately. It was there, to her relief. Not caring that she was dressed in the same clothes she'd been given back in Diagon Alley, ill-fitting and ugly, that her hair was unbrushed and her face unwashed, she hurried up to the van's door and hammered on it with her fist. "Ron? Ron!" |